8.1 Wheel
15th of September, 2017
After six years of her new existence, a certain Coraline Shard – the first of her kind even! – doesn't exactly need subtitles to interpret her [Jacky]'s emotions and general mental-state.
Which is why–
"Uuurrrggghhh," the groan which escapes the voicebox of Theia's silicon and metal-wrought vessel somehow manages to perfectly thread the line between fondness and annoyance, and she's distantly aware that her eyemotes have turned into a duo of weary face emoji in tune with her mood.
Most pertinent to her current situation, she just hit pause on her current game, not really feeling like trying to progress her Evil Within 2 Akumu playthrough while [Jacky] and her [Girlfriend] are going at it in the back of her mind.
Not that Theia has anything against [Louise]! The girl is one of her favorite humans! It's just that the two are 'going at it like rabbits' like [Aunty Zoey] would say, and she cares very little for organic lovemaking.
It sounds gross, and messy, and the general explanation [Queen Shaper] gave her may or may not have left her a little traumatized. Why would humans feel the need to fill their main processory center with so much chemicals by stimulating haphazardly spread input nodes?!
Theia didn't get it, and didn't feel the need to understand.
Sadly for her–
Theiabot#1SIMP:
In Vino Veritas: guys, it's that time of the day again!!
Luci: lmao
clowny_clown_clown: what's happening?
Deliciouschocolatechips: lmao, Theiabot's face!
–she now has to wrangle her chat's attention away from what's currently happening on the other side of the house lest she starts thinking about it too hard, like every day ending in y.
Theia sighs while putting her controller away for the time being.
Theiabot#1SIMP: ah, I see that we have a newcomer today.
Theiabot#1SIMP: don't worry, i'd be delighted to give you some juicy Theiabot's lore.
"You better keep things PG simp, or I'm going to be cross with you," she grumbles, knowing a losing battle when she sees one by now.
Truly, becoming Earth Bet's most popular VTuber wasn't as glamorous as many people thought it is!
***
In the mornings, my lover only ever has one mood, and one mood only.
I call it her 'half-asleep bratty pillow princess in desperate need of a quickie to start the day' mood.
It has become a constant of my life since we started living together full time shortly after I created Atlantis. Water is wet, the sun rises in the morning, and Louise will find a way to coax me into getting her cross-eyed at least once before she'll deign leaving the bedroom for a quick shower before breakfast.
I wager some people would get annoyed by that.
Personally, I find her neediness cute – though it also helps that she's a lot less of a selfish lover in the evenings.
As our tongues softly intertwine, my hands are left free to roam her chocolate skin, occasionally intersected by metallic gold lines hinting at the cybernetic augmentations lying underneath. Moments ago, her arms have managed to snake their way between my neck and the pillow that supports it.
The embrace is soft and intimate, the cadence of our lovemaking far slower than one might expect. The height difference between the two of us makes it so she's literally sprawled over my breasts, something which would probably be a bit painful if I didn't qualify as a Brute by every metric.
Louise lets out little moans and delighted shivers as my hands caress her body while she does her best impression of a sprawled starfish – a slightly huggy one, but still a starfish.
***
Theiabot#1SIMP: you see, our favorite robotic overlady happens to share a house with three other roomates
***
My hands reach my lover's butt, and I waste no time greedily sinking my fingers in her plump and bouncy asscheeks.
I'm not afraid that Louise has me beat – though not by much – in the dump truck department.
Which honestly suits me just as well.
I always was more of an ass girl than a boobs one.
She moans through our liplock as I start to massage and spread her cheeks apart, her kissing slowly growing hungrier by the moment.
I can't help the amused chuckle that rumbles in my throat.
***
Theiabot#1SIMP: sadly, us chatters have never seen them, and their identity remains a mystery to this day, but we know that they exist!
***
Eventually, one of my hands – regretfully – leaves my favorite pair of stress balls to inch closer to the prize her thighs cradle.
Feeling mischievous, and wanting to enact some payback on the little mix currently sprawled over my torso, I deliberately avoid going straight for her loins.
Instead, my fingers dance across pillowy flesh, going high instead of low, until–
Louise's breath hitches, and I grin as her tongue stops fighting my own for domination – not that she was putting up much of a fight in any case.
The meat of my palm now teasingly rests nicely flush against her twitching rosebud while my fingers slowly start stroking the underside of her pussy, starting with her juicy lips.
She lets out a little whine at my ministrations.
My smile widens.
***
Theiabot#1SIMP: Theiabot let it slip that one of them may be the computer wiz who made her model and background. but that's not the one who matters here
***
Keeping Louise's asscheeks spread apart with my other hand, my fingers still dug deeply, possessively in her flesh, I keep building up the pressure.
With the meat of my palm pressing against her back entrance, sending it twitching and puckering rhythmically, my fingers alternate between stroking her lower lips and spreading them apart exploringly.
She was already a little damp down under when I started, but every teasing caress coaxes the heat of her sex higher and higher.
Yet, to her frustrated whines, I do not approach her entrance.
No. If she wants me to get her over the edge good and proper, she's going to have to beg for it.
***
Theiabot#1SIMP: that'd be her other two roommates. couple girls, far as we can tell.
***
With a needy whine, Louise hikes up her hips in defiance of my stubbornness, starting to get desperate for me to get on with the program and really wanting my fingers deeper inside her.
I let out a throaty laugh at that.
***
Theiabot#1SIMP: couple of girls that are very much in love with each other. and very vocal about it.
***
Breaking the liplock by pulling her head away from mine even as her hips press and buckle against my hand, Louise's eyes flutter open.
"P-Please," she lets out with a pant, her tone barely above a whisper, her dark brown eyes full of need and hunger.
"Please what, love?" I ask faux-curiously.
A pause, as she keeps trying to stuff herself with my fingers to no avail with little motions of her hips.
"Please, fuck me," she begs.
I smirk.
I give her sex a playful slap that wrenches a startled yelp out of her.
The hand still busy playing with her asscheek pulls away to sink into her hair while my other hand stops its assault from the back in favor of one from the front.
"With pleasure." I whisper hotly, before smashing our lips together.
Now, if you're still wondering why I gladly put up with my lover's attitude in the morning, the answer is thus:
Because it turns me the fuck on.
***
Theiabot#1SIMP: and poor, poor Theiabot hears everything from her own room. and it happens without fail every morning!
***
I could keep teasing my lover for a while longer. I could just cup her hot and damp sex with the hand currently snaked between our two bodies, occasionally stroking her juicy lips to turn her even needier and desperate.
I do not. We are sadly lacking the time I'd need to truly torture my kinda bratty – and now definitely awake – pillow princess into a mewling mess.
But that's why weekends exist.
We long practiced ease, the same two fingers I used to tease her sinks into her sex good and proper, her lower lips already lathered in her own juices as I breach its entrance.
Louise moans into my mouth as soon as I do so, her tongue losing her wrestling match with mine for the second time in a row.
Here again, I could tease her even further, neglect her clit and g spot, playing with her entrance for as long as her juices keep flowing. She'd climax eventually. It could take thirty seconds like it could take half an hour or relentless feather-like touches.
But she asked nicely. Begged for her sexual high, even.
And who am I to refuse her?
My fingers sink deeper into her silky depths.
I know all of her tells, how her body sings by now. I learned all of those since that day when we were fifteen and alone at her house and we ended up naked in her bedsheets for the first time, away from the rest of the world.
Just the two of us in our little paradise of sweaty flesh and breathy moans.
I easily find her weak spot, the one that will have her melting in my arms in less than a minute, and I start working at it.
She lets out a satisfied exhale and hugs me tighter, her hips slowly buckling in rhythm with each stroke of my fingers.
***
clowny_clown_clown: every morning? are you for real?
Theiabot#1SIMP: serious as a heart attack. every time the stream starts nearing its end, it's the same song and dance lmao
***
I know all of my lover's tells, every shudder and moan.
Which is why I know when to break our liplock as she nears her climax. Moments before the fireworks begins, I pull her head away from mine, forcing her to arch her back.
My lips find the crook of her neck, just a little above her shoulder, and I bite right as she goes over the edge with one last stroke of my fingers.
With a wordless, breathy moan, she comes. I feel it in my mouth as I suck on slightly sweaty flesh, the sound coming deep from her windpipe.
For a moment of frozen time, her back remains arched, her sex spasming around my fingers as they remain pressed against her g spot.
Then, she comes undone in my arm, and my lips let go of her neck as she goes limp against my torso, her head finding its rightful place in the crook of my neck.
My smiles soften, even as I help her ride her orgasm with the help of a few more, slower strokes against her weak spot, the clutch of her depths slowly losening.
"...You're beautiful like that, you know?" I whisper in her ear, the nails of my free hand sinking into her hair once again to pleasantly scrap at her scalp, "Breathless and limp against my side, just begging for another round–" she shudders in barely repressed delight at the suggestion, "–while knowing that we're going to halve to shelve it for later."
A pause.
"...Meanie," she whispers while trying to mold her body closer to mine, an almost goofy smile curling her lips.
I chuckle, and finally puts an end to my caresses.
She moans one last time as I pull my fingers out of her depths.
I graciously decide that we can cuddle for five more minutes before I carry her straight to the shower.
***
"Finally." Theia grumbles, her eyemotes shifting to rolling eyes emojis as she picks her controller once again.
As usual, her chat promptly blows up in laughing faces and other less appropriate combinations of emotes as she unpauses her game.
Luci: stay strong Theiabot!
clowny_clown_clown: any more lore about the roommates? you got me curious now
In Vino Veritas: gl for the next section, you're going to need it
Deliciouschocolatechips: gl Theiabot!
Theiabot#1SIMP: complete mystery, I'm afraid. they never appeared on stream.
Which was of course completely by design.
[Jacky] was a lot happier now that she didn't need to interact with other humans as much as before.
And for that alone, Theia supposes that she can put up with her doing icky things with her [Girlfriend].
But only just!